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Regular snobs LOVE cars. Especially fancy, gas-guzzling European cars with leather interior and burlwood trim.

Reverse snobs hate cars. Reverse snobs love the shit out of their busted little 12 ounce fixie bikes and actively despise cars.

If you don't believe me, try taking a leisurely drive in your Jaguar down Valencia Street in San Francisco during rush hour, and enjoy being marinated in loathing.

Here is a video of what Los Angeles would look like if reverse snobs ever manage to outnumber the regular snobs. Creepy!

http://vimeo.com/11986171
Written by: Laurel May

Oh, this is fun. It's a "guess the movie" quiz, but instead of guessing from bits of dialogue, you can watch a guy in a leotard silently act out a quick scene, wordlessly, like a freaking mime.

I think it's super hard (I only got two correct) but that's because I'm a reverse movie snob and I only watch films if they're truly awful.

Try it here: http://www.kill5.com/game.php?id=scene_and_not_heard Written by: Laurel May

Are you a dark skinned individual who lives in Arizona? Are you tired of being hassled by the Man? Just print out one of these awesome Aryan mugs and get on with your day!

Written by: Laurel May

These special gorilla gazing goggles prevent zoo visitors from making obvious eye contact with gorillas, who get all salty and uppity if they think they are being looked directly in the eye. The glasses give the impression that the wearer is gazing off into the distance. I'm going to order a pair to wear when I'm riding MUNI so that I can secretly stare directly at the homeless lady sprawled on the floor of 14 bus eating peanut butter out of a jar with her hands. I wouldn't even try looking at crackheads with them though - those people have heightened senses and can just tell when someone's staring at them. For dudes, these glasses might be a good way to get an eyeful of some rack without getting slapped.
Written by: Laurel May

How's a reverse snob supposed to decide what to cook for dinner? It's not like they'd be caught dead watching Good Eats on the Food Network or anything and honestly, a person can't eat at a secret, unlicensed underground restaurant EVERY night of the week.

How about this? http://www.whatthefuckshouldimakefordinner.com/index.php

The site will give a suggestion like Maple Glazed Tuna with Pear Potato Salad. If that doesn't sound good, hit 'I DON'T FUCKING LIKE THAT' or 'I DON'T EAT FUCKING MEAT' and it'll give another suggestion.

Why not fucking give it a try? Written by: Laurel May

Okay follow along closely here:

So, first mustaches were so "out" that every hipster grew one, right? But now because of the run-off, and Movember, etc, etc mustaches became "in" so technically they're "out" with the dirty Mission snobs, which means they can be, in fact, "in" again amongst the reverse snobeoisie.

That means everyone should feel free to download the Stachedtastic HD app and start slapping some lip fur onto their babies, pets, girlfriends, whoever. . See? It's totally in to be out. Don't sweat it, Charlie.

http://itunes.apple.com/app/stachetastic-hd/id366154504?mt=8

Written by: Laurel May

Some days just have more suck than others. Take today, for instance. It's Wednesday, my least favorite day of the week. I'm hungover and I have shit loads of work piling up on my desk. It's a meh kind of day. Or rather, it WAS. Now I am booty-shaking in my office chair. I have been healed by the power of the Chicha. WTF is Chicha? Chicha Libre was started as a project to pay homage to the great Amazonian bands of 1970’s Peru. Oh, you weren't born yet? The aforementioned bands combined cumbias with surf rock, electric organ sounds, indigenous music and "psychedelic influences," which I'm guessing means they dropped acid. These groups were viewed by the Peruvian mainstream as coarse entertainment for the lower classes. Dirty! This music came to be known as Chicha, after an indigenous fermented drink that I would like a pint glass of right about now.

Chicha Libre is a Brooklyn band at the forefront of the global movement to revive Chichamania, and their music combines Chicha with western influences such as classical music, French chanson and pop music of the 1970's.

Here, take your Chicha medicine and call me in the morning.
"Primavera En La Selva"
http://pressjunkiepr.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/02-primavera-en-la-selva.mp3



(If you're in SF, Chicha Libre will be performing at Rickshaw Stop April 22.
$10 adv, $12 dos / 10:00 pm / (415) 861-2011

http://www.myspace.com/chichalibre / http://www.barbesrecords.com / http://www.rickshawstop.com Written by: Laurel May

Some chick in Brooklyn wants everyone to send her cakes. Remember the olden days of the interwebs when people would ask strangers to send them money to pay off their credit card debts and such? I think this is much nicer. Everyone should make a website asking for people to send them whatever thing they love best like bacon, or cute band aids or boxer shorts and we can all share the love and get free stuff in the mail. My website is going to be http://theinternetsendsmevodka.com. Written by: Laurel May

Today's Bay Area-originating weirdness is brought to you by "Dance Anywhere Day" a day,
" . . . intended to heighten public awareness of all forms of dance/art."

So, the plan is: at noon PST (3 pm NY and 8 pm in Paris, FYI) participants will stop in the street, office, grocery store, wherever and start busting moves.

You better stretch those hammies.

Written by: Laurel May

What could be a more delightful addition to any hostess' arsenal than these charming salt and pepper shakers by artist David Shrigley? I want them really, really bad but they cost more (£170!) than those horrible drugs. Well, or so I am told.
They're made of bone china, the old fashioned way in Staffordshire and even come in a hand-finished box.
If you buy them, will you please invite me over for dinner? Written by: Laurel May

I see you! And I know where you live!

Written by: Laurel May

Hey hipsterpuppies.tumblr.com, your POSE is so TRANSPARENT. Do you have ironic mustaches? No. Look at this pup. Looks just like every skinny jeans wearing mixologist in the Mission.

http://www.moodypet.com/humungastache.html

Written by: Laurel May

So obviously everyone's obsessed with chatroulette now, well everyone's PENIS is all over chatroulette anyway. To make things a little more interesting (yeah, it's true. I'm not that stoked to see your shlong. I know, it's hard for you to comprehend. . .) I pointed the video camera at my bulldog who was hanging out under the coffee table. The guys who were juggling their junk didn't find it all that amusing but I laughed so hard at their reactions, I almost wet my pants. It was the best weekend ever. You should zip up your fly and try it.

www.chatroulette.com Written by: Laurel May

I'm always running out of death ray equipment at the most inopportune times, or the goddamn hydrogen system will break down on a Saturday, which is always a real bitch. Do you feel me here? Luckily, last night I stumbled across this amazing web site (which probably guarantees I am on some kind of government watch list now. whatever)

www.unitednuclear.com

Oh, and they also sell PURE, UNCUT CAFFEINE

Written by: Laurel May

Drop your phone/iPod/camera/whatever into the bathtub/pool/vodka/whatever? Well, that is NO PROBLEM, my friend. That is, if you have a Bheestie Bag on hand. Just put your wet electronic thing into this magical bag and it shall be HEALED. What's in the bag? Unicorns? Sprinkles? Rainbows? Who cares. I'm ordering a dozen of them immediately. Take that, T-Mobile. In your FACE! Written by: Laurel May